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3 yrs ago
Current It's good to be back, can't wait to get back into role playing.
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3 yrs ago
You don't need to lurk, you can message me :)
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3 yrs ago
Wow it's been 4 years, far too long. If anyone's interested in RPing please let me know.
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8 yrs ago
Been super sick and super busy 😥 getting better though!
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8 yrs ago
Super super sick 😭
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  • Getting towards the older end of the spectrum, over 18 so no worries.
  • Been writing since I was twelve years old.



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  • One Main Character against One Main Character. NPCs shares or not shared are always welcome! But preferred is one Main.
  • [*]Fade to Black is preferred[/color]
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  • Male and Female characters galore! I got over the ‘I only play the gender I am’ a LONG time ago and it has broaden my horizons so much; I cannot recommend doing this enough! If you’re stuck on ‘how’, PM me and I’ll gladly give you tips.
  • Real life is a busy life – possible delays, always available for OOC chats though!
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    • 3+ paragraphs regularly, 2 on a bad day.
    • Role Play in 3rd person.
    • Past tense is the style I prefer.
    • Threads please



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    Male Example #1: Not Your Average Butler
    Female Example #1: Spider-Man: Childhood Friends
    Male Example #2: Harry Potter: The Foreign Exchange Student
    Female Example #2: Inside the Hidden Leaf Village.

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    As Peter slowly lifted his mask off of his face and head when their lips impacted after his questions he did the same. Her mask was made of a breathable rubber versus his cloth but it came off just as easily as she lifted the front of her mask up and off of her head until she allowed it to fall from her hand to the area next to them. Once it hit the ground, she used that free hand to grab the chest of his suit and pull him upward into the sitting position as she slid her tongue into her boyfriend’s mouth. How could this get any better?

    After a few minutes, Lexi pulled back from the kiss. Her blue eyes twinkling at him, excited that she had him fooled, even just for a short amount of time could be seen rather easily. The raven hair pulled back into a simple bun to make the mask easier to get in and out of her mask. “Flying through the city makes for a nice date don’t you think?” She asked teasingly as she tilted her head at him. “Did the dessert question give it away?”
    “Please,” She said insistently as they climbed the stairs together. “Call me Sharon. There’s no need to be formal.” A formal guy in New York City; well this was unexpected. Why was Fury having her watch over him? A strapping young man like him must be able to hold his own with anything and considering he was carrying two boxes that were heavier than the ones she had in her arms only confirmed the obvious fact that he could take care of himself.

    “Well if you have a good neighbor you want to stay on good terms with them right? You’re helping me with my things, and I’ll bribe you into liking me as your neighbor with food.” As they got to the door she turned to him, giving him a playfully innocent smile, a twinkle in her blue eyes behind the glasses as she looked up at him; god he was so cute and she looked a mess! “Don’t judge the place, I just moved in!” With that she pushed the door open with her foot and the two walked inside the box-scattered house.

    As he sat them down where she instructed she watched his muscles flex. Holy jesus… why was Fury wanting this guy watched, to make sure he ‘adapted’ to the city. There’s no way this man wouldn’t be able to adapt. Women would throw themselves at him, men wouldn’t mess with him and there’s not a place in New York City that wouldn’t want a good looking strong man as an employee. Why was this happened? And how LUCKY was she? “Oh!” She said snapping back into reality as she placed her box onto the small coffee table in front of the couch. “I’m from Virginia originally than moved to the State of New York; so it was only time that I migrated to New York City. If you’d like to sit down and watch some TV I’ll make some lunch.” With that she turned around, ready to turn on the TV only to see that the men didn’t take the time to put it on her TV stand.

    The blonde allowed her hands to drop to her sides in disbelief; she finished putting together the stand before they brought up the TV and place the heavy thing on the ground instead of the tough metal stand that was meant to hold it. “Well I could hook up the cable and you could watch TV on the floor…” She said obviously disappointed that the TV wasn’t where it was supposed to be but at least she was still being friendly and offering to entertain him while she cooked. “Do you like Caesar salad? I make a mean Chicken Caesar salad.” Her voice was polite, warm and inviting. It’s hard to believe someone like her would work for S.H.I.E.L.D. She slid into her open kitchen and pulled some chicken from the fridge while she placed a pan for one of the kitchen boxes onto the stove top and turned it on. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything Mister Rogers.”
    Wwwwooooowwwwww babysitting suddenly just got to be the best job she could have ever gotten! Why would this hunk of man need someone to watch over him? He could adapt to anything including her. An eyebrow rose slightly as she looked down at his key with her blue eyes before flicking the gaze back up to his face. What did she do right to get this job?! Moving was very much worth it!!!

    "Okay," She said a bit speechless that he would actually help. As he walked down the stairs she waited for him and as the men passed she told them that he was helping her with he last boxes and they could leave. They seemed to be in a daze as they walked for some reason and she pushed her eyebrows together trying to figure out what that was about. But she just shrugged of off and started up the steps as he caught up with her; surprise on her face as he carried the two boxes with surprising ease.

    "Nice to meet you Steve." Steve Rogers, yeah there's plenty of other Steve Rogers out there. There's no way this is thee Steve Rogers from her aunt's stories or the Captain America of S.H.I.E.L.D. Yeah right. "I'm Sharon, Sharon Carter. Come on up; I'll make you something for lunch as a thank you if you'd like." She said with a charming beaming smile. Fury couldn't be mad if she watched him in her place; she was still watching him right?
    She playfully glared at him from under her mask. Did he just ask to see her lips? Oh did he figure it out. This was all the more fun if he figured it out. A small shiver crept up her spin as she put two and two together that he would put it together but they have been talking and she wasn't changing her voice like he did when he was in his costume. A small laugh left her as she felt his hands loosen on her wrists. "Someone goes far on a first date my dear Spidey. Aren't you supposed to ask for my number than wait a day before you message? Or has the standards for dating really changed the much?"

    Sitting back on his waist she took the right hand that was free and lifted up the flap that was covering her mouth revealing those luscious lips of Lexi Rogers. Her bottom lip curled under as her heart pounded in her chest. Did he figure it out? Leaning down over him, she took her finger and hooked it under the bottom part of his mask. "Does a hero deserve a hero's reward my dear Spidey? After all I am a hero; you said so yourself ." If he didn't figure it out by now, her dear Peter was dumb.
    Her tennis shoes slipped out from under her as her body in the blue jeans began to tumble backwards. Great just great! This is how the niece of the great Peggy Carter dies. Suppose her parents and even her aunt would have a good laugh at her when she got to wherever she was supposed to go after she died. Surprisingly enough she kept a tight grip on the box as she tumbled, even more surprising she felt something grab her back and waist. A look of surprise moved across the blonde’s face because she knew it couldn’t have been the movers, they had something in their hands too so who could it have been.

    When she turned her attention to her savor, she found it was a tall well-built man in a leather jacket and a blue shirt. Her eyes expanded slightly behind the glasses seeing him, not because she knew who she was; in fact she was rather clueless. She actually was surprised that he was a charming looking as he was but his questioning of if she was moving him made her giggle softly before she shook her head; “Nope just taking my things for a walk.” She said with a small giggle and then beamed at him. “Yeah I’m in 5B. I’m Sharon.”

    Looking down, she noticed the men were climbing the stairs. “I think there are two boxes left, I suppose if I could have some extra help to let the guys leave earlier if you have time. What’s your name?” She asked sweetly.
    It must be different for Peter to not be able to figure out who someone was when they were right in front of them. He figured out how Rick was, he figured out who Henry was and now he was face to face with his girlfriend and baffled that he couldn’t figure it out. It actually came down to him needed to ask her questions. Something about this was intriguing to her. “Somehow I’m not surprised.” She said playfully, her voice ringing like bells.

    As he asked about her tricks she leaned down nearing her mask to his. “I have sharp cat canine teeth, I use small but tough rope to tie up bad guys which gets cut off when I’m done by a sharp blade inside my belt and I have the hardest material in the world as claws on the ends of my gloves which are retractable. I don’t want to use them but if someone gets too close and I feel like I’m in too much danger… well a kitten has claws. “ She didn’t want to toy with him in a seductive manner, because when Peter either found out it was her or figured it out; he could take it like she was trying to ‘test his loyalty to her’ by dressing up like someone else and flirting with him. That was not the case.

    “My turn,” She said in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulled herself up from him. Thinking she might want to give him a small hint, nothing too big but this was just too fun. Tilting her head down to him she asked, “What is the best kind of dessert?” Would he say cupcakes?!
    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “No.”

    “Yes.”

    “I said no!” BANG! a blonde’s annoyed voice echoed as she blinked her blue eyes in irritation and turned to look at the flaming redhead standing next to her.

    “Just try it, this is a new gun they’re just coming out with. It’s powerful, functional and light weight.” The redhead said insistently holding the gun to the blonde who proceeded to push it away with her free hand that had released from the gun she was holding.

    “I’m an old fashion kind of girl, and that goes with old guns too. It may be a bit heavy but it packs a powerful punch.” She said with the same instance to the redhead as she had done to her. She watched Black Widow roll her blue eyes as the blonde returned with one of her own. If the men thought they were competitive at S.H.I.E.L.D., they obviously never saw women at the firing range. “Same time next week?” The blonde asked as she dropped the empty clip from the gun and tossed it into the refill bin and hung up the gun.

    “You know it.” Black Widow called back as she lined up her shot and began to firing, the blonde leaving the range with as much confidence as she had when she walked out. This was the story of Agent 13, or Shanon Carter and her crazy time at S.H.I.E.L.D.
    Agent 13 was a lot more important than people gave her credit for. Her hands were dipped into everything including close work with Bruce Banner and uncomfortably close with Tony Stark and not in a fun way; more in a way of ‘Mister Stark if you touch me again I’m going to introduce your face to the table, multiple times.’ There’s a certain line that shouldn’t be crossed and Tony loved to see just how much he could push Agent 13 before she’d threaten him and it’s gotten to the point that everyone’s rather used to hearing the threats. Though Bruce has voiced on numerous occasions that he hopes it happens in the lab so he can see it.

    The blonde ran her fingers through her down curly blonde hair as she flicked open the file that had been handed to her. She needed to retrieve a cylinder from a private source and bring it back to S.H.I.E.L.D. three days from today at 12:30pm in a certain section of New York City. Simple is as simple does. Shrugging to herself, she tucked the folder in against her hip as she walked into Nick Fury’s office and shut the door behind her. “You called for me?”

    “Yes come on in Sharon, I have a mission for you.” In private he’d call her by her secret identity name instead of her agent number. It was simple and easy.

    “What’s the mission sir?” But Agent 13 rarely called him Nick or even Furry to his face.

    When he finished explaining what he wanted her to do, trying to use a clever wording to dodge the truth of what the mission actually was. But the look on Agent 13’s face said that she wasn’t too happy of her actually assignment. “I’m a babysitter?”

    “You’re a neighbor to someone who needs looking after; he’s adapting to the area and all the things newly available for him now-a-days.”

    “I’m a babysitter.” She repeated, her voice still filled with annoyance.

    “You’re a guardian of someone very important to this world, your job is just to keep an eye on him. We’ll cover you’re apartment costs. You’re moving in now, here are your keys.”

    As he threw the keys at her, the blonde caught them and glared at him in annoyance. “I’m a babysitter… great. Thanks sir, I’ll be sure he eats his vegetables.” As she left, she caught the muttering about ‘thanking me later’ from her boss but chose to ignore it. She was living next door to someone to babysit them and make sure they don’t hurt themselves. If it’s Black Widow they’d more bullet holes in the apartment complex than normal. 8 is normal right?
    At least Nick Fury was nice enough to help her get a moving company but the company didn’t have enough people to help. Sharon had changed into an oversized comfortable tan sweat shirt that hung off her right shoulder; her blue eyes blinked behind a pair of oversized glasses with thin lenses and hair in a bun up on top of her head (why, because people tended to not recognize someone when they have glasses on and their hair up). Her body stressed carrying a box up the stairs ahead of the movers

    It’s not that the box was heavy it was that she lacked footing, not understanding the new apartment stairs and as she went to step up another one, her foot missed and she let out a small shriek, her feet fumbled behind her as she took a couple steps back trying to catch herself but to no luck, a few more steps and she felt the weight of the box she was carrying counteract her and cause her upper half to start to fall backwards as her feet slipped out from under her. Really? Really?! Any way this girl could die in her job, she is ended by a staircase and an unruly box! Another shriek left her as she felt herself starting to fall backwards.
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    Did she really lose Peter? There’s no way. He had been running around this city for over a year, why couldn’t’ he catch her. Her small foot took a step forward as if she was ready to leave before her ears twitched, the breeze in the air changed and she turned around just in time to have Spider-Man hit her with force. But do you want to know something funny? It didn’t hurt; do you want to know something even funnier, Lexi nearly exploded with laughter as they rolled around on the ground, soon finding herself pinned underneath him; which wasn’t the first time, but he didn’t know that.

    Lexi found herself biting her lower lip as she stared up at her mask boyfriend who was staring down at her; probably puzzled about whom she was and what she was doing in the city. She had to swallow a laugh when he said that he finally pinned down the girl at school; boy he didn’t know how right he was. But when he asked what he got for winning the game she spoke, a purr in her voice. “Three questions answered. All honesty and open; I’m not a liar.” She said rather simply, her playful purring tone disappeared to get the point across that she wasn’t a liar. Lexi wasn’t and her ppppuuuurrrrrrsona wasn’t going to be on either.

    “But…” She wrapped her legs around his waist and with a firm tug, as soon as his legs moved, she used the momentum against him and flipped the position. Though he still had a hold of her wrists; she had her legs locked around his waist. Her fingers tapped together much like someone would do when they were mocking someone’s speech behind their back, the diamond claws sunk back into the gloves disappeared and covered by a casing that would help protect a someone who she didn’t want getting cut; like Peter or his suit, which was probably a pain to fix. “I’d call it a tie. So I deserve the same thing. Since I’m on top, I’ll go first… What’s your favorite color?” She asked in a cheesy playful choice. Sure they could roll around on the ground on the roof; hopefully he wouldn’t try to pin her down with the web, that would take away the fun and hopefully he could hear the playfulness in her voice and with her making her claws disappear, he should understand that she doesn’t mean anything as a threat.
    Name: Sharon Margret Carter
    AKA: Agent 13
    Age: 21
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    I was born and raised by two wealthy Virginians under the name of Sharon Carter, Margret was the middle name given to me because my mother, Amanda, admired her sister-in-law Margret Carter; but everyone called her Peggy. As Aunt Peggy laid in the hospital from traumatic shell-shock; she shared stories of her adventures working for S.H.I.E.L.D., the stories of the amazing things the company has done to help save the world and of course, I grew up hearing about Captain America.

    Sadly my aunt passed away, much to the depression of me and my family; but her stories inspired me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. I went through so much more intense training then I did for the police academy that now I can’t help but look back and laugh at the so-called ‘hardships’ that we trainees were put through. There was no such thing as hardships in comparison to what I’ve had to go through with S.H.I.E.L.D. The attack on New York was insane and the Averages instantly became known around the world; which made S.H.I.E.L.D.s job all the more difficult. Stupid Stark and his desperate need for attention, poor Black Widow and Hawkeye wanting nothing to do with it, Bruce Banner just ignoring the fact that children are running around with his face on their chests. The only one who I haven’t heard from about all this new found fame was the Captain; in fact, I haven’t even seen the legend in person! What I would give to shake his hand…

    Anyway, I do a lot of research in the labs so one of my contacts is actually Bruce himself; nice guy, a bit quiet but nice. When my parents passed away and my Aunt followed, Nick Fury began to look after me and became the only person to know me by my true identity instead of by Agent 13 as everyone else did. Which is why he entrusts me with special tasks and missions normal people don’t get to do, I’m a special agent and that’s why I’m his lucky number; 13.

    Personality: Though she’s a hard worker, she has a playful quirky charm when you pull her out of the seriousness of her work. She has a passion for helping people which is what drove her to join the police force which helped her get into S.H.I.E.L.D. She has a bit of a playful sarcastic nature and has the rare ability to make Nick Furry genuinely laugh; yes it happens and they have it on the security cameras assuming he hasn’t destroyed the evidence. Outside of work she can be a bit of a loner; because her job is so dangerous, she fears being close to anyone so she has friends from a distance who don’t really know her all too well. Just enough for her to feel like she has an extent of human interaction; but she does have a few people from work, including Nick and Bruce that she gets along with well.

    Weapons/Skills: A great marksmen who gives Black Widow a run for her money whenever the two are at the firing range at the same time. Martial artist first level black belt, still more training to go but she really can hold her own. Exceptionally intelligent with a drive to learn which would explain her consistent talking to and being around Bruce Banner, though their actions towards each other were no more than friendly. Because she is quick on her feet, she has been involved in a lot of missions with S.H.I.E.L.D. and while she dramatically lacks a social life, much less a love life; she’s content where she is… for now.

    Other: One hell of a cook; baked goods being her specialty and a true sucker for red roses.
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